"When do they box him for Liverpool?"
"Twelve-fifteen train."
Joses gathered himself with difficulty.
"See here, Brand," he said. "Are you straight?"
"Straight!" shouted Monkey. "Would I ha' sold the guv'nor I serve for twenty year if I wasn't straight."
The fat man pulled on his boots.
"Never say die till you're dead," he said. "We must go north, too. There's the last card and we must play it."
Nobody but those immediately concerned were at Polefax station to see the local National horse boxed for Liverpool.
Albert was there, and Boy, her collar about her ears, and Billy Bluff looking unusually dejected.